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Last weekend was the first weekend that I’ve been with Kevin in a while and it is the very first weekend of our new life, the life of an empty nester. I’ve been a bit nervous about the entire thing, not because of Kevin, but because I was worried I would be depressed and bored and have no purpose.
Oh wait! I already had no purpose!
At any rate, after chilling and working out and chilling some more and watching basketball we decided to go out to a movie and dinner. Oh, did I tell you that when I woke up yesterday my battery was dead? I should tell you that because it’s pertinent to this story.
So, my battery was dead and we thought perhaps the lights had been on and that’s why it was dead. We jumped the car and everything seemed good so that night we took the car with us. That’s because I usually drive because I get carsick when anyone else drives (that’s why California was so difficult. I was dying in the passenger seat there.)
We went to the movie (Gangster Squad: fair but watchable) and after the movie the car started up fine. We went to dinner and hung out and ate and chilled and it was all good but when we got in the car guess what? You got it; it wouldn’t start. Nothing, nada!
After kicking ourselves for taking my car we did something that I have NEVER done in Greensboro, North Carolina before. We took a cab home. We told Village Tavern that my car was dead and did they have a phone number for a cab. Of course they did, that’s how they send people home who have had too much to drink.
The guy was really nice but I was wondering if all the people thought we were drunk. We got home safely as we only live a couple of miles away but it was weird to think that I’ve taken cabs all over the place but never in my home town.
Today, Sunday, we went back to jump the car only to discover that the entire battery had broken away from the car. Now it was no longer simply jumping the car because the battery wasn’t even attached to the car. So, we cleared all my shit out and tomorrow I need to have my car towed to Lexus. Why tomorrow? Because Lexus is closed today and they only accept cars when they’re open.
So basically, my car is chilling at the restaurant and I’m busy trying to see who I can borrow a car from so that I can meet the tow truck tomorrow. I have to cancel my Pilates class in the morning although Amanda, my instructor, told me to see if the tow truck driver could drop me off at Pilates.
Seriously, she was like “won’t that be a great post title? In which the tow truck driver took me to Pilates?” and ya know what it would be except for he would be towing my car and I don’t think he’d do it.
Therefore, I’m probably just going to meet the guy and either ride with him to the dealership and borrow a car or what I’d like to do is borrow a car and then meet him. Either way, the entire thing is a colossal pain in the ass and somebody pointed out that “even though you just discovered new cupholders, it might be time to get a new car” which is true but I’m almost at 140,000 miles and I want to reach that milestone.
Isn’t that stupid? Rhetorical don’t answer. I’ll let you know about the continuing saga as the story develops. Hahaha